No Elf On A Shelf For Me.

I do not understand the elf on the shelf phenomena.  I find the whole idea of an elf popping up all over the house creepy.  It reminds me of an episode of The Twilight Zone.  I cannot imagine coming upon him with that eerie smile in random places.

I know it is a fun family thing that kids love.  My friend Mary has one at her house.  Her family loves it.  Thankfully, Cheyenne is not a fan of the elf on the shelf.  She is her mother’s daughter.  Thank goodness for that.  I would sleep with one eye open with an elf on the move in the house.

Plus, my adult sons would no doubt find extraordinary glee in coming over and putting the elf in startling places.  They would laugh hysterically if they scared the daylights out of me.  I can see me dealing with the elf on the shelf by “accidentally” leaving it where the dogs could grab it and use it as a chew toy.

Yes, I am a grown adult.  Yes, I recognize that the elf is a toy and is not alive.  Yes, I am a rational human being.  But, that elf reminds me of the type of doll that becomes demonically possessed in movies and that is enough to make me feel ill at ease.

There will be no elf on my shelf, on my chair, in my cabinet, in my drawer, on my window sill, on my counter, in my car, or any other place that I have control over.  I will not be embracing that  Christmas tradition.   I do not like wandering elves…especially ones with mischievous grins.

Day one thousand two hundred and fifty-three of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

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